It does not take long. Life drains away...along with it all meaning, purpose, and joy. The job that is supposed to keep you alive is the insidious disease that is eating away your soul.
The body seems to ache from sitting in a crappy chair with a phone stuck to your ear. You get chewed on by the boss for not beating up on the poor sap who can't pay his bill. You feel your guts give way into a hopeless horizon.
eyes seem heavy, sore, and swollen with a light that betrays the misery.
Headache hovers behind them.
Already waiting the Great Alarm, not a fear but a compliance, a yielding, an exhausted surrender. The pain and exhaustion break the creativity and make you almost need to lay down your drive for creation.
Abandon of the love that even with the new morning we felt surge. Hope, Meaning and Value provide a joy to efforts.
The schedule binds time. Closes off opportunity. The Alarm can only be cheated by rising earlier. And yet in that time only a new strength can allow us to do what must be done.
Exhausted spirit has been researched by those who dare to research the Great Alarm.
You need to listen to some Birthday Radio and relax.